Dean sighs and it's obvious he doesn't like this, not in the least, but nods regardless. "Yeah, sure okay. If you find anything Cas, anything, you tell me."
He drops it after that, can see how tired Cas looks and sounds - and it hurts. There's a knock on the door a moment later that has Dean up and to the window, checking it and then opening the door. The smell of food fills the room when he gets back to the bed as he lays out the food he bought.
"I'm sure," he reassures Dean, eyeing the food Dean has brought over but the smell nor sight seems to entice him. Instead he begins to unbutton his shirt, leaving only the t-shirt he wears underneath and folding up with the rest of his clothes.
His socks follow shortly after and then Cas is crawling under the sheets and putting the remote on the night table.
"Suit yourself," he says with a shrug as he pulls one of the containers out, checks it, and then begins eating. He watches every now and then, from the corner of his eye, the angel on the bed.
It bothers him like nothing else that Cas seems to be getting worse and worse as the days wear on. And when he's lost the last of his angel juice, then what? Will he become human? Go back to heaven? And if that, does it mean he'd never see Cas again?
No, no he definitely doesn't want that. Though he'd never admit it, Cas has become... important to him.
He curls up on his side, the sheet pulled up to his chin and he's aware that he doesn't need it that high or that it really serves little purpose as he doesn't feel differences in temperature all that much (at least not to a point where it affects his own) but it's comforting. His eyes are closed but he can feel Dean's drift to him every once and awhile, aware of how he worries and how much of a strain it inevitably places on him because of how Dean is.
At the same time, it's reassuring because Castiel is reminded that he isn't the only one left with strange emotions that he doesn't fully understand. He wishes he could open his eyes again and watch Dean like he had in the past but his lids feel far too heavy and he can't bring himself to lift them now that they are closed. He struggles to keep his mind conscious but that too slips away soon enough and Castiel finds himself in a realm of absence and soft breathing.
The soft even breath tells him that Cas is asleep and Dean hopes for what it's worth that it's peaceful enough, that it offers some rest to the worn angel. Once Dean's done with his food - or as much as he feels like eating - he puts the rest in the room's tiny fridge and cleans up, trying to be quiet.
Moving to his own bed again, he sits there and for once Dean is the one watching Cas sleep. He sits there for a long while, lips drawn in a thin line. "I'm sorry," he says quietly, because he is. Sorry that Cas got mixed up in their shit, sorry that this is happening to Cas. Just... sorry.
Running a hand down his face, Dean turns and lays down on the bed, facing the door and tries to go to sleep as well. It doesn't come easy.
Cas has yet to sleep where he experiences a dream, at least there are none that he can remember when he enters a state of consciousness in the morning though this time he comes the closest. He seems fleeting and once he opens his eyes, it's gone, left only with the strange sensation that there had been something there. It left him sitting up in his bed grasping at the ripples of it in his mind while light started to stream in from the window.
He glances over to Dean, seeing his shape in the bed next to him before slipping quietly out of his own to make his way into the kitchen. He wondered if they would have coffee here or if it was something Dean would get once they were back on the road. Castiel did his best to stay quiet while he filled the bottle of water with some from the tap.
He isn't even aware that Cas is already awake and up when he bolts awake, sits upright, a gasp on his lips that ebbs with an intake of breath. He shakes his head and rubs at his eyes. He had thought those dreams would have been long gone. It's been more than a year now and even still he dreams of Hell. Of being torn to shreds day after day after day, the smell of his own rotting flesh filling his nose. It doesn't make him sick anymore, the way it used to in the morning or whenever he'd wake.
Without looking, he reaches for his bag and pulls out his flask, takes a few nips from it, the tosses his down. When he lifts his head and looks over to check for Cas, he goes still at the empty bed, then lifts his gaze to where the angel is in the little kitchenette that could be called anything but.
Cas is staring at Dean when he wakes, he had been watching him before but the sudden change in his demeanor which had startled him. He was about to make his way over but stopped himself when Dean sat up.
"Good morning," He responded, voice no longer sounding as dry as it might have moments ago, "Water?"
Cas didn't call him out on it, even though he was sure they were both well aware of it. He just gave a small nod and took another sip from the bottle, "I'll stay here then. See if I can find anything on the news."
It was strange to see Cas so... dressed down like that. Like a normal person. Like a human.
"Yeah, sure, no problem." Setting the glass down, Dean headed over to the bed to tug on his boots, grab his wallet and keys, then head to the door. He paused as he opened it and looked back.
He stood there for a moment, watching Cas, then nodded, "Okay," and left the motel room. In the car, he sat there for a few moments, then started her up and headed for the nearest diner he could find to get them both coffee and some breakfast sandwiches for them both. If Cas didn't eat his, he'd just toss it in the fridge with the rest of his Chinese and eat it later.
He might be tempted if he knew Dean had got it for him, but chances were he would still cling to the fact that he didn't hunger yet and hoped it would stay that way for a long time. Eating might actually encourage more change and make him more human.
He took his time getting dressed which really just mean he spent several minutes trying to tie his tie properly yet no matter how he tried it always ended up hanging backwards just as it had before so he gave up and switched on the television to watch the news, making any notes of accidents or general strangeness in whatever headlines came up.
When Dean got back, he tossed his keys onto the table as well as the bags of food, then handed one of the coffee's to Cas before sitting down at the table to dig into his food, though he did leave one bag untouched for now.
"Seen anything we can hunt?" asked Dean between bites of his food.
"There was a girl who went missing in the north end of the city," he turned off the television and set the remote aside so he could now nurse the coffee Dean had brought for him, "Other than that, any violent or suspicious behavior appears to the sort of thing humans are capable of."
"Yeah? They have any leads? Any theories? Kids go missing all the time, doesn't mean it's our kinda thing." Which was sad but true, in this day and age. Kids run off all the time.
"No leads, they think someone kidnapped her," He sighed, "There weren't many details besides her description." Her parents had looked spooked which was why it had stood out to him. He figured it was something to note at the time.
"Well, we can check it out. If it's not anything we deal with, we'll let the locals take care of it." There was no harm in at least taking a look at the case.
"Sounds good," he says, finishing off one of the breakfast sandwiches he'd bought, taking a couple sips of his coffee. He wondered if there was a connection between the girl who just went missing and the one he read in the paper, who'd disappeared a month ago, the reason he thought there might be a case here in the first place.
"Do you think there's a connection?" Cas pondered the idea himself, wondering if maybe there were similarities shared between the two families and their missing daughters.
"There might be, I dunno. The kidnappings - or them going missing - are a couple weeks apart." Honestly, he's not sure what it is or even if it's their kinda thing. But... he can't ignore kids going missing like that, at least not without making sure it's nothing abnormal.
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He drops it after that, can see how tired Cas looks and sounds - and it hurts. There's a knock on the door a moment later that has Dean up and to the window, checking it and then opening the door. The smell of food fills the room when he gets back to the bed as he lays out the food he bought.
"Sure you don't want any?"
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His socks follow shortly after and then Cas is crawling under the sheets and putting the remote on the night table.
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It bothers him like nothing else that Cas seems to be getting worse and worse as the days wear on. And when he's lost the last of his angel juice, then what? Will he become human? Go back to heaven? And if that, does it mean he'd never see Cas again?
No, no he definitely doesn't want that. Though he'd never admit it, Cas has become... important to him.
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At the same time, it's reassuring because Castiel is reminded that he isn't the only one left with strange emotions that he doesn't fully understand. He wishes he could open his eyes again and watch Dean like he had in the past but his lids feel far too heavy and he can't bring himself to lift them now that they are closed. He struggles to keep his mind conscious but that too slips away soon enough and Castiel finds himself in a realm of absence and soft breathing.
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Moving to his own bed again, he sits there and for once Dean is the one watching Cas sleep. He sits there for a long while, lips drawn in a thin line. "I'm sorry," he says quietly, because he is. Sorry that Cas got mixed up in their shit, sorry that this is happening to Cas. Just... sorry.
Running a hand down his face, Dean turns and lays down on the bed, facing the door and tries to go to sleep as well. It doesn't come easy.
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He glances over to Dean, seeing his shape in the bed next to him before slipping quietly out of his own to make his way into the kitchen. He wondered if they would have coffee here or if it was something Dean would get once they were back on the road. Castiel did his best to stay quiet while he filled the bottle of water with some from the tap.
And now, I'mma sleeps~ ♥♥♥
Without looking, he reaches for his bag and pulls out his flask, takes a few nips from it, the tosses his down. When he lifts his head and looks over to check for Cas, he goes still at the empty bed, then lifts his gaze to where the angel is in the little kitchenette that could be called anything but.
".. Mornin',"
Rest well!
"Good morning," He responded, voice no longer sounding as dry as it might have moments ago, "Water?"
Morning! :D
There was a glass, upside down, that he picked up and rinsed out before filling it with water and gulping it down. "How you feelin' today? Better?"
Good morning! c:
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"Gonna head out to get us some coffee, grab a newspaper and the we can try to figure out if there's anything here to hunt."
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And maybe get dressed.
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"Yeah, sure, no problem." Setting the glass down, Dean headed over to the bed to tug on his boots, grab his wallet and keys, then head to the door. He paused as he opened it and looked back.
"Want anything while I'm out?"
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The urge to indulge was there but he resisted, simply glancing up to Dean instead.
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He took his time getting dressed which really just mean he spent several minutes trying to tie his tie properly yet no matter how he tried it always ended up hanging backwards just as it had before so he gave up and switched on the television to watch the news, making any notes of accidents or general strangeness in whatever headlines came up.
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"Seen anything we can hunt?" asked Dean between bites of his food.
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